Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Arcadia,
AZ,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.